You’re welcome, Glenlogie, your Jeanie to see.’
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O pale and wan was she when Logie came in,
But red and rosy grew she wheneer he sat down:
‘O turn you, bonie Jeanie, O turn you to me,
For, if you’ll be the bride, the bridegroom I will be.’
A. Not divided into stanzas.
51. your portion’s. Qy, your fortune’s? (your luck is small).
52. I am promist awa, I’m promist awa, to lay your love on me that’s promist awa.